FF Few Hours

After around a whole freaking century of planning for a wedding, I was out in the fresh air figuring out something to do, and there is only one thing to do.

Walking into the garage area where Denny's car was being tested and shit, I noticed him just looking at the car trying to figure out something with it, so me being the 'good little sister' that I was, I walked up behind him and said, "Car screwed up already? That's a sort of shocking first,"

He almost literally jumped out of his skin before turning around and glaring at me. "What?" I asked with a shrug of my shoulders. "Just asking a simple question, don't need to go all girly on me," I added.

"Shouldn't you be busy planning the wedding?" Denny asked.

"Well, I would, if I didn't realize that sitting in a room full of girls who obsess over that would sooner or later make you shoot yourself in the head," I said.

"Always knew you hated that stuff," Denny commented with a small laugh before I kicked him close to his surgical repaired knee. "Ow," He said instantly grabbing at his knee.

"Hey—don't forget I can injure you and re-injure that knee of yours," I pointed out.

"You did not injure me," Denny said standing up at a vertical base.

"Oh let's see the moments that I have injured you: broken your nose when I was five, pushed you off the roof of our house when I was six, ran you over with a freaking go-kart when I was eight, broken your nose again with a football when I was ten, broken your hand somehow with a freaking math textbook when I was thirteen, gave you a black eye with the freaking TV remote when I was fourteen, pushed you out of a tree when I was sixteen, slammed your foot with the door when I was eighteen, ran you over with my own freaking car 'accidentally' when I was nineteen and just recently probably gave you somewhat of a bruise around your surgically repaired knee," I listed all the times that I injured Denny.

"Damn dude, you keep getting beaten by a girl," Kyle said as he chose this time to walk up to the both of us. "that's kind of sad when you think about it," He added.

"I agree with the Candy man," I said.

"Broken his nose when you were five?" Kyle asked.

"Hey, he stole my teddy bear Mr. Polar Bear," I said with a small pout.

"Which later on you whipped it at me," Denny said.

"Oh yeah," I said remembering the memory then laughing a bit. "That was funny,"

"You're sister's cool dude," Kyle said.

"How so?" Denny asked.

"She just is," Kyle said.

"Yeah, I got myself a fan," I said with a steady clapping which made Denny and Kyle gave me a WTF are you doing glare. "Okay so I act like a two year old any chance that I get, sue me," I said.

Denny was about to say something but I cut him off, "If you're going to say something about you agreeing with that statement, you shouldn't be talking because despite me being five years and eight days younger than you, I act way older than you would ever be,"

Kyle was trying to hold back a laugh and Denny gave him a laugh or your dead glare, and that instantly shut up the middle child from Las Vegas. "Was he always that crabby?" Kyle asked me.

I thought about it for a few moments before replying with, "Yeah,"

"No I'm not," Denny said in defense.

"and are you guys sure that you two are related?" Kyle asked.

"I think I was adopted," I instantly stated, "for the first major part I'm nice and caring about other people, where as for him," I continued pointing at him, "is the complete opposite of that,"

"Hey Kyle, want another sister?" Denny offered.

I looked at him with my jaw dropped open. "Bastard," I said roundhouse kicking him near the surgical repaired knee hard and flipping him off.

"Thanks but no thanks, I'm good with Tyra," Kyle said.

"Darn it," Denny said in pain from the kick that I gave him and all that me and Kyle could do in this situation was just laugh and walked away. "Hate you Serena," Denny called out and I just flipped him off while walking away from him.